There is a manner in which certain things ask to be written, not so that they may be found, but because to exist in silence, for too long, eventually becomes insufficient. It is not urgency. It is something closer to a necessity that makes no noise, waiting patiently until it discovers the proper form. This archive was born in such a way.
Not as a diary. Not as a blog. Not as something that is updated merely for the sake of appearing alive. It is a place where certain thoughts come to rest, those which do not dissolve, those which return, those which insist with the silent obstinacy of things that truly belong to you...
The city is technically resting. The shops appear not to have received the memo. # Milano isn’t working today, except obviously Milano is working extremely hard at shopping. I went...
Things I want, things I don’t need, things I already have. # Wishlist 2007. Since everybody keeps asking what I want for Christmas, here: perfume, obviously, because apparently the existing...
December organisation begins with a completely unrealistic list. # I have made a list of things I will not do this December because making lists of things I will do...
December, be nice. I have expectations and very little patience. # December, be nice. That’s it, that’s my official request. Nothing dramatic, nothing enormous, just behave yourself because I like...
November is frozen. Please press Ctrl+Alt+Del and wait for December to respond. # Ctrl+Alt+Del. November can close now. Not because I hated it. I spent half the month saying I...
November has forty eight hours left to develop a personality. I’m not optimistic. # November is almost over and I feel slightly guilty because I have insulted it for an...
Some Sundays arrive without a plot and should be allowed to remain that way. # Today had no instructions. No plan. No important thing. Church this morning, lunch, then absolutely...
Winter loading… 73%. Please insert coat. # Winter loading. I can feel it now. Not calendar winter, don’t come at me with solstices, I know. I mean actual body winter....
America is eating turkey. I am eating four biscuits. International relations remain stable. # Apparently today is Thanksgiving in America, which is one of those things the Internet makes weirdly...
Twenty four hours later everybody has already written the future. Efficient. # Yesterday something happened and today everybody apparently knows exactly what it means for the next ten years, which...
Milano can apparently turn a normal Sunday into a chapter title without asking permission. # Piazza San Babila, politics & cars. I’ve read more now, watched more, listened to people...
No philosophy. No Internet theory. No weather analysis. Friday. # Friday. That’s all. I don’t have a theory today. I don’t need to analyse what Friday means in late capitalist...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.